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THE SILVER SWAN... The silver swan, who living had no note.
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more. Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise. Orlando Gibbons | |
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trying to bring class to this establishment are you, miss natisse?
beautiful piece. good luck on educating the masses. hans-put the toaster away. | |
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asylum said: trying to bring class to this establishment are you, miss natisse?
beautiful piece. good luck on educating the masses. hans-put the toaster away. LOL no...just wanted to share  it's one of my favourite poems - I first read it as a child and it's stayed with me ever since | |
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Natisse said: asylum said: trying to bring class to this establishment are you, miss natisse?
beautiful piece. good luck on educating the masses. hans-put the toaster away. LOL no...just wanted to share it's one of my favourite poems - I first read it as a child and it's stayed with me ever sinceit is quite moving. we try to expose the patients to poetry whenever we can. however after "the little engine that could" half the ward was unable to sleep due to trauma. many things stay with hans-bratwurst, dementia, unsteady hands, dreams about parakeets.. | |
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asylum said: Natisse said: LOL no...just wanted to share it's one of my favourite poems - I first read it as a child and it's stayed with me ever sinceit is quite moving. we try to expose the patients to poetry whenever we can. however after "the little engine that could" half the ward was unable to sleep due to trauma. many things stay with hans-bratwurst, dementia, unsteady hands, dreams about parakeets.. you know I'm reading a book (almost finished it) called "The Blackstone Chronicles" by John Saul - it's about an asylum in a little town supposedly near Boston (fictional town, I'm assuming) it's very good! .....but very spooky  | |
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TY Nat, a nice little read! | |
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jerseykrs said: TY Nat, a nice little read!
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Natisse said: asylum said: it is quite moving. we try to expose the patients to poetry whenever we can. however after "the little engine that could" half the ward was unable to sleep due to trauma. many things stay with hans-bratwurst, dementia, unsteady hands, dreams about parakeets.. you know I'm reading a book (almost finished it) called "The Blackstone Chronicles" by John Saul - it's about an asylum in a little town supposedly near Boston (fictional town, I'm assuming) it's very good! .....but very spooky fiction is usually quite relative, miss natisse. or about our relatives. i will add this to our book list. like oprah, but much less frightening. | |
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Natisse said: The silver swan, who living had no note.
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more. Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise. Orlando Gibbons  
Love U Heaps Tisse, U rock babygirl....  | |
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PanthaGirl said: Natisse said: The silver swan, who living had no note.
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more. Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise. Orlando Gibbons
Love U Heaps Tisse, U rock babygirl.... Love you heaps, too, gorgeous   | |
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